Kintla Flatlands Should've stayed at home...

Skylaris cringed as the pain grew, but instead of giving up she smirked. The woman had managed to startle him, and she used this to her advantage, pulling up her hind leg and giving a forceful kick, aiming for the boy's jaw. Her body had to twist in order to reach, since his muzzle was currently grabbing her scruff, but she believed she could just about get to him. Perhaps she could knock his jaw out of place, dislocate it, but she doubted she had the strength for that. It was always a possibility, though. It might at least get him off her neck.

The blood-stained dove was now beginning to pant, but she didn't allow her growing tiredness to affect her fighting. She was no warrior, that was for sure, but she still managed to hold her ground - even if it meant being wounded in the process. Though that didn't mean she hadn't lost battles before.